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Daniel (muttering to himself): There's something wrong with one of the navigational systems, for sure. I can't get our coordinates, which makes these charts less than helpful. I hope Lincoln returns with some answers soon.

Enter Lincoln. Daniel: How close are we to England? Can you tell? And what year is it?Lincoln: We're on the wrong side of the ocean, sir. New England. And it appears to be 2015.Daniel: That's overshot it considerably. Both in distance and in time. We must undertake some repairs, I fear.Lincoln (takes off his coat): Do you know what the problem is?Daniel: No. That's the first order of business, of course. There's nothing for it but to start taking things apart.

Lincoln: It wouldn't hurt to find this place on the charts.Daniel: If, as you say, this is 2015, our charts will be useless. This is the farthest we have penetrated into the future.Lincoln: Pardon my saying so, Captain, but the town outside didn't spring up overnight. Many of the buildings have seen a century or two. It will show up on some chart in one form or another.

Daniel: Have at it, then, and welcome. I will be glad to have some idea of the distance we need to cover to retrace our steps. What I cannot fathom is how we could be blown so far off course. I wonder if it's simply a navigational error or if there is some other mechanical malfunction at play.Lincoln (with a barely suppressed chuckle): You didn't anger the local witch at our last port of call, did you, sir? Perhaps she sent us off with a spell.

Daniel: You laugh, but it's a possibility not to be ignored. I will consult the spellbook later. For now, let's find this place quickly. I want to get back on course as soon as we can.Lincoln: Aye aye, Captain!